Huge farm machinery with large sharp steel discs and pointy springy things sticking out that look like they will shred your vehicle and all occupants if you try to pass. Traveling at 3 mph down a two lane, hilly highway with no place to pass except blind right curves in the road. In the middle of the night. In the rain. On New Years Eve. With your pregnant wife having contractions every two minutes in the back. Of your pick-up. With her boy friend. Drunk.

Snow plow. Only because while (most of the time) I'm more than content to follow the snow plow, most of the people behind me are in such a big hurry they try to pass in the uncleared passing lane. I'm always worried they're going to lose control and hit me.

I can not tell you how many times I was stuck behind a snowplow and watched all these morons pass us and I stayed behind the plow only to see the people speeding in the snow off in the ditch just a bit up the road.

unless they were elderly or with children, I would generally just thumb my nose at them as I passed them slow and steady on a plowed road.

Having been stuck behind many different vehicles at one point or another, it's safe to say that septagenarians or above in big cars are the most frustrating. There's a reason for street sweepers or snow plows.

The worst is being stuck behind a "timid turner" at a stop sign who won't enter the intersection if they see a vehicle anywhere. Spent five minutes one time at a stop sign because the woman ahead of me wouldn't turn even though the nearest car was a block away.

The worst is being stuck behind a “timid turner” at a stop sign who won't enter the intersection if they see a vehicle anywhere. Spent five minutes one time at a stop sign because the woman ahead of me wouldn't turn even though the nearest car was a block away.

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I know how you feel. Especially when after a few minutes, they start to go but then stop suddenly because they see a car coming off in the horizon.

okay, a snow plow, but driven by The-Original-Bob, while he's posting comments on OTS! I figger, if you're driving a: snow plow; tractor; trashtruck; etc., its okay if you're texting/e-mailing/posting while driving since you've got the biggest, slowest, vehicle on the road!

Oh darling when did you get internet and how did you afford it? Are you at Larry's house or did he die from his cancer yet? Are you still livin in that one room detached garage on that back road I found you in last time I came down there lookin for you? I had no idea it was you until you wrote that about driving the lawnmover. How are you? I was just writing about our little incident in the bedroom. I didn't tell them about anything else. We never got to discuss it when I saw you after the tornado tore up Optima, but am I part of the reason you and your wife got a divorce? Or was it your general out of town misbehaviour in Amarillo that got you in trouble? I know when we were at that family picnic and that one young woman had a toddler that had bow legs, and someone said you had bow legs were you the babies daddy and you laughed and stood up to show off your bowed legs, and even your wife was in on the fun I wondered myself as it had blue eyes just like yours too. I saw you got a patent for that moveable deck for under trailers and things on the internet but I couldn't really figure it out. You always were the one to figure out a problem, like that time you got up during the dinner party in your cramped dining room and stared taking out one wall with your hammer right then while the guests were still there. That story always made me laugh at the tellin. Are you still wearing that morfine pump? I didn't ask but I wondered why you were drivin that mower instead of the truck. Did it break or did you lose you lisence. Goodness knows if anyone was drunk driving it was most everyone in those towns after breakfast right up until breakfast and maybe later.